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Today, woke up at around 9am and did the usual stuff, then finished up the last AM paper. Lunch to day was mom's weirdly invented salad of mango cheese and egg. If not for the extra toppings, I think I would have taken an abnormally long time to eat it up. Then, I edited the Gypsy Rondo score that Jie Ying sent. She's a perfect perfectionist. The score was so straight. She must have used a vernier calipers or something. Managed to make it about 1.5-2 times larger. I printed the stuff out and 13 of 21 tries were unsuccessful. The printer printed out an error message for me. I felt so guilty of wasting paper. Since I used up both sides (try my luck) for those failed missions, I couldn't put it back in the paper tray for re printing. In the end, stuffed it in the study room cupboard and just hoped I'd remember (highly unlikely) to use it when I need it.

Then, went swimming again, same routine. Nose improved even more and now I have been tissue-free for about 24 hours. Mom has been telling me to go to the gym or park to jog with her but I don't really like going to the gym (gym - >18yo need parental accompaniment) because it's just like violin practice, except worse. Perspire so much and stare at the same spot for many, many seconds. Whereas for swimming, you get to at least see some change of scenery (like a new square tile per second, though I think by now, I know almost every tile personally). As for the park, I always happen to be lagging behind. This was especially scary when I jogged more often in the morning (afternoon session school) when I was much younger. Mom would be all the way in front and I'd start panicking when I lost sight of her, so didn't dare to stop running no matter how tired I was. I'd only feel more relaxed on weekends when dad and Jean also came along. (Because dad doesn't, or purposely doesn't have so much speed and stamina, and Jean will just end up walking behind)

Then, did violin practice. I must have broken a personal record timing today. My fingers didn't feel correct and the sound sounded.. terrible. I spent some time while playing, thinking of whether I could just carry out euthanasia (involuntary (relative decides), of course) on my violin. I'm not sure if my violin was thinking the same either, just the voluntary form. Practically the whole practice was spent fretting over my left wrist, whether it was bent wrongly or not. I realised that sometimes, my wrist does not bend correctly when I'm using my fourth finger or 3.4 double stops (discovered during violin lesson yesterday). The bad thing is that I can only detect wrong movement by feeling. If I want the visual form, I have to bend backwards, behind the violin to look at my wrist. That's tedious. I don't know if I've been trying to change correctly, but now my left thumb is aching.

Mom and dad went to Orchard road again. This time, at night. They wanted to look at the Christmas lighting blah blah blah, shop and walk. They bought some stuff but forgot to buy a present for Jensen's birthday this Saturday. Arhh. Poor guy. I think my grandparents are going to drag Jensen, Jerome, Jean and I there when the CCIS (a christian event at Orchard road. Some groups perform outside Pragon, Ngee Ann City etc as an evangelistic activity. Has been around for quite a few years already) thing is up again (around +/- 21 Dec).

It's late. Going to sleep. Tutti tomorrow, then have to go meet another jie ying (from church. I already know 3 JYs) and xwls at Christofori tmr to find out more about the mysterious christmas trio.